November - Desperation

Desperation runs deep Especially flooding amongst the unclean Running through November streets in the cold Unappreciative folks don't know the meaning of broke And so this was the main reason I wrote this song That's for the have-nots Caught in the trap shot Carrying crack rock from bad block to bad block The main options are shotting and chain robbing Or make profits from the drug game and inflate pockets Bent and legless with no respect for their health And no respect for much else And no respect for theirselves Can't spell, can't write and can't read While fuelled with a heart full of greed to start beef The dumb, deaf and blinded One-track minded In the sunset grinding Looking for happiness but they just can't find it Trying to build a reputation Now that's a form of desperation Wasting away your education Now that's a step to desperation Can't elevate a generation You feel the sense of desperation I hustle from sun-up to sun-down Earning from early birdies that run round Ducking out when undercovers come round Off the radar and unfound Blunt wraps and skunk clouds Guns, gats the slum house Just me and four friends Looking to make more ends Taught to fend for ourselves and embrace the torment Fingertips hurting Got the heroin chopped A slosher's head on my cock It's oral sex in the block Skatty hood chicks are only good for one thing Little dumb young tings Buckets and tongue rings Some girls drunk on Lambrini Belling off my phone For a bag of green just to see me The dumb, deaf and blinded One-track minded Chicks give up sex grinding Looking for happiness but they just can't find it Trying to build a reputation Now that's a form of desperation Wasting away your education Now that's a step to desperation Can't elevate a generation You feel the sense of desperation